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I used to be a bunny rabbit with sex in my younger years. I couldn’t have enough of it. I even was guilty of two guys in one night when Gary lost the air in his sails one evening. I literally got a text from Jase whose ringtone was “If you’re horny..”while I was straddling Gary and his limp dick. HaHa. I got dressed so fast to say goodbye to Gary and head over to Jase’s place. I was a bit of a sloot back then. No shame. If one wasn’t enough or didn’t satisfy me, I was always up for another go around. I loved sex.

In my seasoned years, I haven’t lost my love for sex, but I have learned that quality is better over quantity. Yes, majority of women could have sex whenever they wanted. We have the cookie jar. We have the V-card. I used to be such a cranky bitch when I was going without sex. It would only be a few weeks or a month. You would have thought I was dying of that dick hunger. The thirst. However, I now go three to nine months of no sex and I am perfectly okay. Granted, I do put my toys to good use in that timeframe. I am human. Everyone still needs an orgasm a day to keep the grumpiness at bay.

I recently was on a five month sex hiatus. I then got some vitamin D in my life. You would typically think that once you have that itch scratched you would be good to go for a while again. Nope. Not the case with me. I ended up being friskier than ever. The dick awoken Miss Lucy the ‘Cookie Monster.’ I found myself squirming from the desire to have an orgasm at least once every day. It was like a fire inbetween my legs of heat and wetness. No one wants to see a broad squirming in their pants. There are just too many options as to what the problem is with her down there. Most of them are not cute because no one thinks women get that frisky.

Another reason that I could never have my clit pierced. I am frisky enough with my pants rubbing down there. I would be a walking orgasm if I got my clit pierced.

Anyways, I was getting myself off before bed, in the morning, after work, and I even thought about it when I went home on lunch to let the dogs out. Lawd, child, calm down Cookie Monster.I was getting ready to go meet one of my girlfriends for food and drinks and got the urge. I was all dressed and ready to walk out the door. I turned around and headed straight back to my room for a quick “O.”

It is crazy to think one fuck could turn me back into the energizer bunny that I once was in my life. Maybe, I will get lucky enough to find a firefighter to put out that fire ::wink, wink::Until then, thank God that sex toys are now rechargeable or I would be burning through some double A batteries like no ones business.

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Some people love to work out. Most people think that involves a gym, weights, treadmill, or running outside. There are a lot workouts that come to mind, but we sometimes forget about sex and me time being in that category. Those are the most fun type of workouts too! How could we forget about those?!

I was up late one night drinking. My best friend had left my house around 3:00 am. I was drunk and not ready to go to bed. I somehow end up messaging an ol friend from back home. Our conversation went from friendly catch up to“Oh Hellooo.” I forgot how much I enjoyed a good dick pic and video. Needless to say, Miss Lucy was not ready for bed either. I went to bed and spent two hours going to town on myself. I hit that “O” three times. I was so impressed until I saw that it was now 5:00 am. Lawd Child, Go to Bed!

I got up later that day and indulged myself a couple more times. I legit wore out three of my toys batteries. Thank god that I had them all charged and ready for the marathon.

Side bar–the rechargeable toys are where it is at! I used to go through double A batteries like no ones business. They save you money.

My friends came over later that night and I noticed how sore I was in certain spots. My abs and upper thighs felt like I spent days in the gym. I’m oblivious as to why I was sore. I told my girl that I was sore and she asked what I did recently. ::light bulb:: I played with myself for so long that I gave my core a hard workout!

The lesson of the day was that not all workouts have to be outside of your bedroom. You can hit that core while you are still laying in your bed sheets.

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Have you ever wondered if you left a lasting impression on someone or made your mark to be remembered? How do you even go about leaving that kind of mark or impression on someone? Is it out of your control? Lezbehonest, no one wants to be forgettable.

I started talking to a young, southern stud over a year ago. Keaton did not live in Florida, but he was in the state every so often for work. He was ten years younger than me but that doesn’t matter when its sexual attraction. We kept in touch over a year. We would text, Snapchat, and sext. I definitely gasped when he sent me a picture of his dick. It was a beautiful and big. It was the kind of dick picture that made you want a cigarette after seeing it. It was fun because it created pent up sexual frustration between us.

After a years time went by, Keaton was in town for work. I was going a few months of no sex. He told me where he was staying while in town. I wasn’t sure if I should seize the opportunity. I know what you’re thinking, ‘Why the hell not?!’I was factoring in my hiatus from sex, his big dick, age and if I could successfully ride that stud.

My girlfriends basically smacked some sense into me. I decided I would go to his hotel, but I needed some liquid courage. My friends and I started ordering shots while I was tossing some beers back. I had a solid buzz on and the time seemed to be now or never, so I ordered my uber. Yes, I ordered an uber to take me to have sex. I got to the hotel lobby and asked the man behind the desk where to go for Keaton’s room. He handed me a map. Oh, this was going to be a fun excursion finding his room drunk. Therewere groups of men standing around in the parking lots whistling and so on. I felt like a hooker. I found extreme humor in this situation. I finally found his room.

Keaton greeted me shirtless with a big smile. I’m pretty sure I was immediately wet. ::Whew:: He was thankfully drinking and offered me a beer as well. We all know first times are better drunk. We bullshitted for a little bit until he took matters into his own hands. He pulled me into him and started kissing me hard while running his hands over me. Clothes started flying off. The next thing I knew he was pushing that big dick in me. Lawd, baby jesus, I thought I saw the light. It was that good hurt. We rolled around for a while before finishing. We laid there for a little bit. I attempted to get up and start putting my clothes on when he grabbed my arm and said, “Where do you think you’re going?” I assumed we were done. I was wrong. Keaton pulled me back in bed on top of him. We went for round two. It was just as good if not better than our first go around. Our sexual chemistry was amazing!

I looked at my phone to find my friends were blowing me up. I looked at Keaton and so badly wanted to stay in that bed for round three. Yes, he was ready to go again. However, I knew I needed to get back to reality and meet up with my friends. He kissed me one more time on the lips and I kissed him goodbye on his forehead. I got in the uber to head back to my friends. I walked into the bar and they all started clapping and cheering. Fucking dicks. Ha.

The next day, I woke up with my right boob hurting really bad. My nipples were extremely sore. I figured that was going to happen. I went into the bathroom and turned on the light. I looked down at my chest. Holy Shit, there was a huge bruise on my right tit. You would have thought that someone used it as a punching bag. It was already gnarly looking in less than a days time. I wasn’t even mad about it. I was impressed. Keaton and I were so into the moment that I didn’t feel any pain. I sent him a picture of the mark he left me. Poor stud felt so bad. I emphasized that it was truly okay. It was an awesome sex battle wound.

It was humorous since I could not even lay on my right side to sleep. I had to go up and down stairs carefully. Any bouncing motion sent pain through me. I learned that it is very difficult to keep big boobs from bouncing. Keaton left his mark alright along with a lasting impression. He’s welcome to bruise me more next time he comes through town ::wink, wink::

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If you do not plan on eating your fish for dinner, you would catch and release it. You can use this same idea for having sex. This type of sex is not for everyone. There are many people who are not comfortable with a one night stand or mid day rendezvous. I find it exciting to indulge in it every now and then. Different strokes for different folks.

I tend to go on Tinder when I’m bored to swipe through the men deck. I typically do not look at their details. It is for shits and giggles. Well, I matched with this 22-year-old. Lets call him Charlie Conway from the ‘Mighty Ducks.’ He was a good-looking guy. His beard made him look a little older. We exchanged a few messages. It was nothing serious. Charlie ending up messaging me the following day to find out what I was going to do for the day. I told him I was going to the beach with my friends. He mentioned that we should meet up. I dismissed the message and closed the application. I was looking forward to a day with my friends, soaking up some rays and throwing back some beers.

Jude and I walked up to the tiki bar on the beach to order some drinks. I noticed a guy sitting with a group on the other side of the bar. He looked familiar. Hmm. I opened Tinder on my phone to Charlie’s profile. I asked Jude if he thought the guy at the bar and on my phone was the same person. Jude thought if it wasn’t the same person then they must be related. I messaged him to confirm our thoughts. He wasn’t picking up that I was at the same place as him. I heard him say, “The chick from Tinder. She’s 32.”Come on now. I messaged him and said, “Stop shouting my age like a football score!” He looked shocked and told his buddies that I heard them. They all started looking around for me. I waved with a smile. I owned it. I walked over and talked to him.

I quickly learned that Charlie was in college, on the hockey team, and flying out later that evening to go home. This would be the perfect opportunity for a catch and release afternoon delight for me. Yes, it also would make me an official cougar since he was ten years younger than me. Ain’t no shame in my game. Him and his one teammate kept saying they needed a shower before heading to the airport. Jude knew what I was thinking without me saying anything. Jude signaled for me to go for it. It would make for a good story. I invited Charlie and his buddy back to my place for showers, beers and food. Charlie asked me to join him in the shower. I stripped down and jumped in there with him. We started in there and finished on my bed. It was pretty good minus the end. I told him to cum on my chest. He must not shoot the puck often on the ice because he shot wide right. I luckily sensed his poor aim and turned my head. Whew. I saved my hair. We got dressed then Charlie and his buddy left for their flight. My friends and I grilled out then watched a scary movie. It was a successful day.

What were the chances of running into Charlie that day. There are probably quite a few of you judging me. That is okay. You get to read about it because I lived in the moment. I did not think I would hear from him again since he lived in the northeast. I was wrong. Apparently, the younger men think they are entitled to receive pictures after they have sex with you. They also do not understand that most people do not have a catalogue of naked pictures saved on their phone to send out on a whim. It is quite comical. I did save the best part for last. You may think I came up with his character name due to him being younger and playing hockey. That contributed to it, but he had a tattoo of the ‘Mighty Ducks’ on his ass. Charlie definitely worked the flying V angle.

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I can say with confidence everyone is guilty to a certain level of creeping on someone. It is hard not to do with todays social media and technology. It makes it pretty easy for someone to find out about another person. However, some people take it to a whole other level. They go above and beyond the little innocent creeping to almost stalking in a sense. ::queue Michael Jackson:: “I always feel like somebody’s watching me..”

I have creeped on people via social media. It is like window browsing. You can look, but do not touch. Amateurs are bad at it. Some people do not know that LinkedIn shows you who looked at your profile or it tells you one of these people in a group looked at your profile. You can always guess who it was that looked at your profile. I have had numerous ex-boyfriends wives or girlfriends, old friends, or ex-boyfriends themselves show up on your LinkedIn. Rookies. There are the rookie mistakes of creeping on someone on Facebook and you end up requesting them as a friend. That is my all time favorite. I typically call those broads out for shits and giggles.They are nine times out of ten friends with my guy friend’s new girlfriend. This is all the innocent creeping.

One of the levels I have not graduated to is the drive by someone’s house. I know quite a few females who have driven by the guy’s house. Some have taken pictures as evidence to what cars they saw at the house. Some have made me be the driver, so the guy would not recognize my car. It is almost like stalking a person. What drives a person to do this? Trust? Insecurity? Paranoia? I know a handful of broads that had decoy Facebook accounts. They used them to creep. The problem was they took it to a different level. They would tell people it was a cousin. They had a whole back story for this pretend person. I had a girlfriend get mad at me once because I told someone it was really her. Who has that kind of spare time to invest in making someone up? If you have that little of trust in someone, you should probably not be dating them or interested in them. Another level would be messaging other people who you think are interested in your someone. I know a few ladies who have indulged in that guilty pleasure. They try to mark their territory. The problem with that is no one really cares. If a wedding ring cannot deter someone from going after another person that is married, your message on social media will fall on deaf ears. Those types of messages will be laughed at and looked at as crazy desperation.

Some of my girlfriends are almost private investigator status. They can find anything out. My one best friend saw a picture of her man at a fancy bar and she felt like something was off that evening. She looked up his ex girlfriend’s instagram account. That broad had the exact same picture up. They may not have been in each other’s pictures, but they were most definitely at the same bar. I would say the only way to possibly get away with cheating is by not having any social media. There is always a cookie crumb trail left behind.

The problem with all of the creeping and stalking antics it kind of makes you look crazy. It is not the type of crazy that majority of people want others to see in the daylight. Most people like to hide that crazy in a locked trunk. These gestures also do not help you keep your love interest or significant other in the long run. Who wants to be with someone that you have to keep tabs on at all times? You can stay ten steps ahead all the time, but you may be the one left behind in the end.

If you need some examples of creeping and looking crazy, click on these links from Kevin Hart’s stand up 🙂

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A BIG“Hello“ to all of you that follow or take the time to read my blog! It has been just a little over a year since I started blogging. I have a little under 50 followers. There are 82 posts up on my site and 60 comments. I do not write all the time. I would like to start being more consistent. It is a slight roller coaster ride. I developed such a passion for writing while obtaining my bachelors degree at Duquesne University that I wanted to find an outlet for it. The majority of you, who know me well, know why I chose the blog topic. There is humor, honesty, and real feelings in my writings on here. This blog is not for everyone. There are people who like to keep what goes on in their bedroom behind closed doors. There has never been any shame in my game.

This hobby of mine helped me figure out what career I could see myself flourishing in the very near future. I am currently studying for the GRE that I am set to take in November. I will hopefully be starting grad school next fall in ‘Rehabilitation and Mental Health Counseling’ program with a concentration in ‘Marriage, Family and Sex Therapy.’ I have been in the healthcare industry since 2007. I learned that I am not built to be a corporate person. I do not like being put in a box because corporate people hate not being able to categorize you in life. I have never been able to fit in a box. My personality colors outside the lines. A therapist would be the perfect fit for me. I would be able to help people. That is what I want to do. It feels great to be able to be there for someone and help them. Those are all reasons that flow into coaching volleyball. I love being a coach. You get to be a role model for young kids. You teach them skills in the sport and in life. It is hard work growing up as a girl. There are mean girls, emotions, and life that get in the way.

I used to think that after high school people were adults and grew up. I quickly realized that not everyone grows up. There are women in their 50’s and 60’s that still act like children.Do you get upset over these types of people? No. You cannot live your life for other people. You cannot please everyone. You would kill yourself trying to do it. Not everyone is going to be a fan of yours. There will always be a small section of people waiting to see you fail in life. Your job is to focus on yourself and the huge crowd of people rooting for you. See the positive. Ignore the negative.

This year alone..

I had one person using another one’s identity to message me on Facebook. I told the real person that they had been catfished. I blocked the fake account and went on with my life. A month later, this person then found their way to my blog and tried to write a nasty gram on here. I spammed their comment and moved on.

I had another person leave a comment on my blog about being a bigger girl. I took that opportunity and posted their message on my social media to show how sad and unfortunate some people are in their lives.

I recently heard their was a group of ladies bad mouthing me in Pittsburgh. I left that city over three years ago. Why would my name come up? What is there to even say about me? Do they not have anything else to talk about? I have not thought about those people let alone the time or care to talk about them. I had someone there to stick up for me and shame them for their child like antics. They lived to tell about it since I am now writing about it.Ha.

I may have let those types of people have control over my feelings when I was younger. Now, I am in control of how I feel. Those ladies talking bad about me did not make me look bad. They made themselves look bad. It is humorous and sad that they are lacking that much substance in their life. If you have that much extra time on your hands, you should go get another job, hobby, or help with a charity. The negative, hateful Trump’s in the world are holding us down as a society. Imagine if these people took that time and turned it into something positive for their everyday life. I try to live the mantra of PLUR. The world would be a better place if everyone tried to see the light in others and took each day as an opportunity to make a positive impact on it.

I am a compassionate and honest person. I am the type to send out birthday, anniversary, and thank you cards. A letter in snail mail has a big impact. It is nice to receive something other than the every day bills in the mail. Someone gets married, has a kid, or loses a family member and I am the person to send them a card or a gift. My one good guy friend in college lost his sister. I sent him flowers. My other good guy friend lost his grandmother in college. We sat around passing a bottle of Bacardi 151.Did I want to drink that?No, but I did it anyway. Another good guy friend was in the city for the holidays while everyone else was with their families. I took him a couple of plates of food from my family dinner. There was a group of girls that bullied me in Pittsburgh. One night, one of those girls was hammered and left by herself at a bar. I knew she lived somewhere on my route home.I had someone help me carry her to my car. She passed out in my car, so I had to call a mutual guy friend to help me find her house. I woke her up and helped her into her house. Did I have to do that?No.Would she have done the same for me? Probably not.Did I expect a thank you?No. Why did I do that? Because that is the type of person I am at heart.

I have done some things in life that I would have done differently today. I cannot go backwards in life. I can only go forward. We all sin differently. Those mistakes, falls, bumps, sins and so on help make us who we are today. I am human. I am not and will never be perfect. I can only hope to learn and grow as the days, months and years pass. I have one full-time job. I also have one and sometimes two part-time jobs. I own my own home. I have lived in different cities. I have made lots of friends that turned into family along the way. Some of those people left such lasting impressions on my heart and soul.

I have and always will be bluntly honest. That is why this blog is fun to write. It is pure honesty with some fun humor and serious undertones. It is a way to connect to people. There are other people out there that have had the same experiences or are going through them. So thank you to all of my followers, friends and family that have been supporting me on this fun journey. I would also like to thank the negative people who try to throw bad energy my way. It truly tests people’s characters on how to deal with those types of negative vibes. It helps me sit back and reflect on how far I have come in life. I appreciate all of you! And here’s to another year of writing. Stay tuned!

With Love, Britney Leigh 😉

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We have all been down the slide backwards at least once in our lives. Sex with an ex is also known as sliding backwards down a slide. It usually happens because the relationship ended on good terms and the sex was so good between the two of you. If you had sex with an ex and the sex was not that great, you were just looking for a fix and had no other options. I only had two ex-boyfriends that I cared to indulge with after we ended our relationships. Neither of those relationships ended on a sour note. I had some of the best sex with those two. I’d slide backwards all day, every day if it meant I would land on their dick.

Drew and I became best friends after we broke up. It took about four months for that to happen. You have to let the dust settle. We had some pretty amazing sexual chemistry between us. He was such a big guy and loved tossing me around like a rag doll. I loved it rough. I had just stopped seeing someone and Drew was single. We both got an itch while we were out with friends. We staggered our exits. We did not want anyone in our business. It was less drama that way. I met him at his house. We were both a little tipsy which made for an even better performance. Drew ripped my bikini off and bent me over the end of his bed. He was going to pound town while cracking me across the ass. ::sigh in heaven:: He grabbed me up and tossed me onto his bed. He dove right in after the ass and pikachu. Oh hey. I wasn’t even mad about it. The beautiful thing was after we had sex it was back to business as usual between us. It was the greatest friendship.

Peter and I was a slightly different story. We made the mistake of having sex immediately following the break up. It was great sex. It was not ideal for the emotional part. Sex with an ex only works when the feelings have washed away. Granted, I still think about this one time we had sex after we broke up. We broke up and had not seen each other in two weeks. He came over my place to put up my curtains in the living room. The problem was he did not bring those tools. It slightly foiled my plan. I explained that I planned on offering something as a thank you for the curtains. I was sitting on the floor. Peter got down off the couch and crawled over top of me and asked me, “What kind of thank you?” He knew what I had up my sleeve or between my legs. Ha. We started kissing so hard and passionately that it lit a fire in-between my legs. We tore off each others clothes. Peter smiled when he felt how turned on I was for him. He made me smile with his eight plus inches in my Miss Lucy. There was a giant box on the floor behind us that kept getting in the way. We did not even care. It was so animalistic. Whew. I still get those feel good chills thinking about it.

There is nothing wrong with sliding backwards as long as there are no feelings involved in the situation. Feelings make sex with an ex very messy for everyone. Friends are like annoying birds in your ears. It is more unneeded aggravation. It is usually best to keep that information under wraps. Some people will never understand how two people that used to date can be friends and occasionally enjoy a romp. Sex with an ex is great because you trust each other and know what each other likes in the bedroom. What more could you ask for? ::two snaps and around the world:: Do not let anyone yell at you for playing on the playground. The swings are fun, but the slides are better when you go down backwards.